fandom: magic kaito
fic series: wheel of fortune (aka wheelchair au)
characters: kaito & saguru
for the disabled whump/hurt/comfort challenge (prompt list here)
Sensory
Day 13: Hurt: Flare-up | Relapse | Adverse reaction
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Kaito has to cancel a heist because of a flare-up.
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Kaitou Kid (Kuroba) sent a notice of cancellation 9:19 minutes ago, 12:28 minutes before the time of the announced heist. Nakamori released Saguru 2:03 minutes ago, saying he's âoff the hookâ for a debriefing since âthere wasn't even a damn heist in the first placeâ.
The museum is loud. Officers and night guards and staff talking over each other. They dismantle traps and take down safeguards. Night guards and staff ask why, and the officers explain that Kaitou Kid never goes against his word when it comes to time and places of heists.
Upon finding nothing at each building exit, he retrieves his phone from his pocket and pulls up his text messages with Kuroba. (Something he never would have considered doing little more than half a year ago.)
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DO YOU REMEMBER THE FROSTBITE EPISODE. YOURE ABOUT TO.
<OVERRIDE : ADMIN.REBECCA_HOLIDAY : SYSTEM.PULMONARY : FUNCTION.RESPIRATION : SET : 15/M>
Rex grabs the commandâgrips it like a lifeline as his breathing forcibly evens out. It strains against his chestâit hurtsâthe thin wisps of air he gets aren't enough. He's breathing but he can't.
As fast as it appears, he watches it corrupt until it's no longer a command, just a jumble of meaningless numbers held tight against his heaving chest.
<FUNCTION.RESPIRATION : SET : 12/M>, and the same happens.
<SYSTEM.BUILD : ENABLED : FALSE> He tries to find purchase in the foreign code, the clean lines of programming and uncorrupted processes. Every time he reaches out, it slips through his fingers that keep spreading wider and wider apart, muscles stretched thin, bones and reinforcements cracking under the weight of too much too heavy too fast too sharp too too too tooâ
His stomach rips openânanites and nerves and organs spilling out of him like stuffing.
rating: T
relationships: Sam & Ponk
tags: whump, hurt/comfort, chronic illness, disability, blood and injury
Redstone buildersâ pneumoconiosis (RBP), commonly known as âred lung disease,â occurs when redstone dust is inhaled. Over time, continued exposure to the redstone dust causes scarring in the lungs, impairing the ability to breathe. In severe cases, redstone may become permanently embedded in the lungs and cause muscle spasms in the chest. Considered an occupational lung disease, it is most common among redstone builders.
or: Sam wears a mask for medical reasons. When Bad traps him with the Egg and it makes him throw out his inventory, that includes the mask.
fandom: Generator Rex
rating: T
tags: Panic Attacks, PTSD, Flashbacks, Childhood Trauma, Minor Injuries, Canon-Typical Violence
Maybe Rex: Noah's friend, is different than Rex: Providence's Not-So-Secret Weapon. Maybe he can start to feel normal before Providence comes and makes him do it again.
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Rex has a panic attack and disobeying Providence has consequences.
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the premise of this fic, which i havent actually said before, is actually that mikey gets knocked out when they get flung off the technodrome, so... they dont get leo back. not right away. they think he's dead.
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The walk is long.Â
The hall stretches further the longer he walksâoptical illusion. The floor is cold and he focuses on each step, each breath.
Donnie stops at the door. He shoves down the swell from his stomach.
Leoâs been treatedâcleaned. It wonât be the same. He wonât be a barely animated corpse, spitting up blood and leaving smears on the floor.Â
His shell wonât beâŠÂ
Donnie shudders.
Donât think about it.Â
He holds his breath⊠and then heâs pushing the door open.  Â
Leo is lying on his left side, covered in so much gauze thereâs hardly peeks of green.Â
His shell though is what he sees the most of. Â
It is bandaged, so Donnie canât see the⊠pieces. But even with the heavy wrapping, the distorted shape of the hooks and wires stuck to his shell stand out underneath.
He walks around the bed and lays eyes on Leoâs clean, unobscured face for the first time since they fought the Kraang.Â
He looks washed out⊠bruised and scuffed up. The red over his eyes is muted, tinged purple. Itâs the first time in his life that the color has looked ugly.
Donnie tries to keep from looking at Leoâs arm and where it ends in a stump covered in white layers.
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Eret wishes they could enjoy parties more than they do right now, but the thing is, all the ones they attend nowadays are stuffy political events that are either completely mind numbing or have enough drama to give Eret a days-long migraine. Theyâve definitely lost a lot of the love they had for parties before taking the throne.
Though, certain things are making them more enjoyable again, they admit to themself as they see Foolish approach through the crowd of nobles. He stands a head taller above everyone else, still getting startled looks even though heâs now a regular presence in the castle.
He bows so low itâs mocking. âMy Lord, may I have this dance?â
âLord?â Eret feigns offense, hand to their chest. âIâll have you know, Iâm King.â
Something flashes across Foolishâs face, and though they still havenât been able to pinpoint the exact emotions, itâs the same split-second reaction he always gives when they donât remember something. They donât have time to wonder what it was they could have forgotten with that exchange before he smiles and rolls his eyes at them. âFine then, Your Majesty, may I have this dance?â
They smile. âYou may.â
Eret takes his hand,
(Eret takes his hand, having to reach up to keep his arm at the right level while Foolishâs hangs down. âYouâre too tall,â they grumble. Theyâre hardly trying to be quiet on purpose, but they feel drowned out even when the music and dancing is far away from where they stand on the fringes of the town square.
âYouâre the one still growing,â Foolish retaliates. âBut I donât think it matters, does it?â
âIâm a reasonable height for my age. Youâre just a giant. Why do they make you guys so big anyway?â
Foolish just shrugs.
They roll their eyes, though they know Foolish canât see it through their sheer blindfold. âWell weâre supposed to hold hands like this.â They shake the hand still clasped to Foolishâs. âAnd hold each otherâs shoulders with the other.â They reach up, but can only get to Foolishâs bicep. Itâs so not fair.
âI can just hold both your hands,â he suggests, doing exactly that.
âBut thatâs not how youâre supposed to do it.â
âWell, thereâs not much else we can do here.â Foolish tilts his head at them and a sly grin creeps across his face. âWhat is it mortals tell their children? You need to drink milk or you wonât grow tall?â
âIâm not a childâ!â Eret cuts off as their voice jumps an octave.
âOh, my bad!â Foolish clears his throat dramatically. âPlease, O Dark Lord of Chaos and Destruction and Squeaky Voices, I beg of you to forgive this humble totem for speaking out ofâOW!â
Eret kicks Foolishâs shin a second time for good measure before grumbling âI never should have taught you sarcasm.â
âYou didnât teach me jack shit, you little brat!â Foolish laughs and grabs both their hands again, firmer this time, but they could yank away if they really wanted to. âCome on, do you wanna dance or not?â
Eret doesnât pout. They donât. ââŠYes.â)
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(Eret takes his hand, narrowly avoiding slipping the last rung of the ladder. Foolish hauls him up the rest of the way to the safety of the roof.
âYou good?â Foolish asks as Eret brushes bits of dirt off his pant leg.
âFine. My shoes just donât have as much grip as I thought.â
âAha! I told you theyâd be a pain! See where cute shoes get you?â
âWell usually, I wouldnât be scaling buildings in them. This was your idea.â
âAnd you should have taken your shoes off for it.â
Eret doesnât bother responding to him, just taps his sunglasses to vanish them into his inventory so he can look up at the stars properly. Itâs been a while since heâs really gotten to look up and appreciate the night sky, what with the persistent clouds and on-and-off rain the past few months. The anxiety of someone seeing his eyes is still there, it always is, but the nighttime and whole roof thing mitigates it somewhat.
Eret doesnât have the same luxury Foolish does; even the most secluded of backwater villages know exactly what their blank eyes mean, so heâs not safe to take off his sunglasses except when theyâre completely alone like this. Meanwhile, only a handful of people have recognized Foolish as a totem while theyâve been traveling, with far less extreme reactions. No one in this town seems to have any knowledge of totems, so they check off his solid red eyes as divine or some other flavor of magic and respectfully keep their distance.Â
âOh hey, theyâre playing music now!â Foolish exclaims. The sounds from the tavern below are muted, carried through windows left open to savor the pleasant weather before the rain inevitably comes back, but still loud enough to hear the melody over the rowdy patrons.
âDamn. Just as we left, too.â
âDo you wanna go back down?â
âNah. More room up here.â Eret smiles and offers his hand. âMay I?â
Foolish grins back, taking his hand and sliding into the lead position. âYou absolutely may.â)
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(Eret takes his hand, tugging him down to sit with her on the grass, still damp from the morning dew. The sunrise has long passed, but they wouldnât have been able to see it through the trees regardless. Eret thinks this is more beautiful anyway, watching the light filter through the leaves and fog in thick stripes for hours instead of the split-second sunrise.
âWeâre not going back, are we,â Foolish sighs.
âNo.â People donât take kindly when they catch on to what Eret is. This city had been no different. Thankfully, between their two inventories, they managed to save the most important of their belongings when they fled the proverbial torches and pitchforks.
Though, sheâs sure theyâll burn their house down at some point even though theyâre long gone. The way Eret affects her surroundings after living in a space long enough, it will remain âhauntedâ for quite some time.
Foolish hums and drops his head on Eretâs shoulder. âHow long till you think they forget about us?â
âDepends. I think all first-hand witnesses will have to be dead, at least.â A beetle crawls over her shoe. She carefully picks it up and watches it skitter over her fingers. âBut I donât think I want to come back even after that.â
She drops the beetle on Foolishâs face, who gives her an exasperated look before flicking it back into the grass. âThat doesnât work on me anymore.â
âYour face looked lonely.â
âYour face looks stupid.â
âOuch. My pride. How will I ever recover,â Eret says in the most monotone and unimpressed voice she can muster. âScoot.â She nudges him off of her and lays down. The grass is long enough to brush her cheeks. Foolishâs familiar weight settles on her again as he lays down across her stomach.
Eret supposes that theyâll be going back to their ramshackle base. Itâs been, what, six or seven years? Itâll be a bitch to clean up. No doubt thereâs bugs everywhere. But once again sheâs glad they have a place to go back to when needed, no matter how dingy. They definitely need the time alone to recuperate after... all that.
Maybe they should just leave it behind altogether. At least for a little while.
âWe should build a house.â
âWeâve got a house,â Foolish points out. âKind of.â
âA real house. Iâm tired of living in cities and traveling.â Eret sweeps her hand out, gesturing to the still-waking-up forest. âSomeplace like this. Far enough away that people wonât notice things are too off about us. Close enough to visit, though. Get supplies and things.â
The gears turn in his head so loudly that Eret can practically hear them. âWe could probably build something pretty big if itâs out hereâŠâ
She knows what heâs asking. Itâs kind of funny that even after all this time he still stumbles and has trouble with wanting things, and consequently asking for what he wants in a straightforward way. But all in all, the fact that heâs capable of wanting things at all shows incredible progress. When Eret first met him, he couldnât even conceptualize the idea of it. Totems arenât usually capable of wanting, after all.
And she knows all too clearly that on top of that, Foolish probably feels embarrassed about wanting this particular thing.
âIt can be kind of like a temple,â she offers, because she knows he wonât say it. âIt would just be for us, after all. It can look however we want.â
She canât see Foolish, but she can hear his most certainly sheepish smile in his words. âNot much of a temple without worshipers.â
âYouâll get them soon. I know you will.â
His voice grows softer, almost a whisper. âMaybe you will too.â)
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(Eret takes his hand, stepping through the door of their brand-new, permanent home.)
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(Eret takes his hand, closing their eyes as instructed. Foolish fiddles with slipping something cold over their hand and settling it on their wrist.
âOkay, you can open them.â
They do so. The cold something is a gold braceletâa simple but elegant solid band that only breaks to wrap around little smooth gems that Eret thinks might be quartz, but they donât know enough about crystals to really tell.
âHappy hundred and ninety-siâssseeeventh birthday?â Foolish cringes.
âNinety fourth,â they correct him with a chuckle, but their eyes are glued to the shimmering gold on their wrist. âThis is gorgeous.â
âYou think so?â
âI love it. Where did you get this?â
Eret looks up to see Foolishâs beaming smile. âI made it!â
âYou made this? Whenâhow?â
âYou remember Jenith? The guy in town whoâ"
âThe one with the cats, yes.â
âYeah! So, he does jewelry and stuff, and I asked if he could teach me!â
Eret listens intently while Foolish rambles about how, exactly, he made the braceletâtechniques and materials and tools and what parts he found easy or difficult. They donât entirely follow everything Foolish says, but theyâre happy to nod along. Eret just keeps staring at the bracelet.
They arenât sure why theyâre so surprised. Itâs not like Foolish has never made anything before, but this feels different than building their home. Itâs not that their home isnât beautiful, but Foolish making something beautiful simply for the sake of being beautiful⊠and all for themâthey don't know how to put that into proper words. Foolish was never built to create. Eret is so proud of him.)
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(Eret takes his hand, assuming the lead position while Foolish falls into step next to her in time with the rhythm.)
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(Eret takes his hand, prying it away from his face. âYouâre going to smudge your eyeliner if you keep doing that.â
âIt feels weird,â Foolish complains. âHow do you wear this all the time?â
Eret dabs her brush in the bowl again and continues applying the lapis-blue paste onto Foolishâs eyelids. âYou get used to the feeling. It becomes background noise, just like clothes.â
âSounds fake.â
âI promise. Besides, this is definitely worth it, yes?â Eret picks up the mirror and faces it towards him.
Foolish examines himself. âOh, huh. I look great, actually.â)
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(Eret takes his hand, then yelps as Foolish yanks him to his feet.
âCome on, you canât mope about it forever!â Foolish chides him.
âIâm not moping.â
âSure you are. Moping and pouty. Just like when you were a little kid.â
âFoolishââ
âO Dark Lord of Pouty Facesââ
Eret snorts and shoves his face away. âFoolishââ
Foolish is relentless, ruffling Eretâs hair and knocking his sunglasses off. âDark Lord of Overthinking and Being Dumbâ!â
Eret finally gets the upper hand, reaching around his shoulders and grabbing Foolishâs collar from behind to yank his shirt up and over his head, then shoving him to the floor.
Eret huffs and dusts off his hands. âAnything else?â
âDark Lord of Kicking My Ass. Ow.â
Eret gives a petty little hmph! in triumph.
...Right before Foolish sweeps his leg and lays Eret flat out on the floor with him.)
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(Eret takes his hand, knuckles white with how hard heâs gripping Foolishâs metallic skin. âHow bad is it?â
âNot that deep.â He squeezes Eretâs hand back. His voice is as steady as ever. âThe bleeding has already pretty much stopped.â
Eret sucks in a sharp breath as Foolish prods the wound on his side. âHurts like a bitch for it to be not that deep,â he groans.
âWeâve got a lot of regen. Hopefully itâll heal up pretty quick after this.â Foolish slips his hand out of Eretâs vice grip so he can fetch said regen to pour on the new bandages.)
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(Eret takes his hand, letting Foolish spin her into a low dip. Then, he promptly lets go so she falls ass first on the sand. She throws a fistful of said sand in his face when he laughs at her, though she canât help but laugh too.)
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(Eret takes his hand, and she rests her head against his chest as they begin to sway to the music.)
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(Eret takes his hand, making sure to)
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(Eret takes his hand, although he)
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(Eret takes his hand, and)
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(Eret takes his hand,)
and the disjointed memories leave as quickly as they came, making their heart clench and their lungs stutter.
âEret?â
They remember how to breathe a moment later than they would like, feeling lightheaded trying to catch their breath. âSorry, sorry. Iâm fine. Just anotherâmore memories, rather.â
âOookay, letâs get you out of here before you fall over.â Foolish pulls them aside, his grip on their arm strong and ready to support them if they stumble. Eret doesnât stumble (at least theyâre mostly sure they donât), but the reassuring touch is always welcome.
He leads them a short while down the hall and into a servantâs passage that leads to an office. Eret would say itâs overkill, but their reactions to old memories arenât always the most pleasant. They wave him off when he tries to help them sit down on a chair, but he still hovers close by.
âHow are you doing? Gonna pass out?â
âWeâŠâ Eret shakes their head, trying to clear their thoughts. âWeâve danced together quite a bit, havenât we.â
âYep. Weâve talked about it before,â he reminds them.
âWe learned together,â they murmur distantly.
Foolish snaps his fingers in their face. âOkay, okay, roll it back to the present. Do you feel like youâre gonna pass out?â He asks again.
Eret huffs a laugh. âNo.â
âOkay. Dizzy or anything?â
âI think Iâm alright now.â
âNice.â Foolish nods, finally satisfied. âOkay now we can download. You wanna talk about it? Questions?â
Eret has to think about it a moment. It was a lot, itâs definitely going to take a while to process, but nothing jumps out at them that they canât figure out the context for on their own. âProbably later.â
âAlright, later.â Foolish smiles, his skin wrinkling at the edges of his eyes. They never did that before, back when he really was solid gold and didnât only look it.
The sound of a drum starting up all the way back in the banquet hall makes both of them startle. âHm. This office really ought to be better soundproofed.â Eret turns to Foolish, ready to ask him his opinion on how to do so, but finds him squinting at the door like it has the secrets to the universe. âFoolish?â
He turns to them with that bright, toothy grin that theyâll never get tired of. âDo you still want that dance?â
As soon as Sam hears the thunder-- loud and startling enough that he slams his wrench down far too hard and, ah, heâs probably stripped the screw-- heâs worried. He doesnât have any particular reason to worry, itâs not like it hasnât rained before. But he doesnât think itâs actually stormed like this since he and Ponk have started... trying to make things better. He doesnât know how well she deals with storms nowadays.
So he grabs an overnight bag, makes sure Franâs food and water dispenser is still working, and heads out. Itâs a bit of a haul to get to Lemon Valley, but Sam doesnât slow down even when it starts pouring.